Page 112 of One Night with the Biker

“Roman, I respected you because you’re a good big brother,” Bash said, unmoved by Roman’s revelations. “You’re still her fucking brother. Get your fucking ass to that clubhouse. Not for a suicide mission, but to stick to the fucking plan we crafted before you left Utah. Tio’s already in position. When you get inside, Easton will talk to the two fuckheads patrolling the place. Tio will pick off fuckhead on gate duty. Easton will take care of the other two.”

“That’s where we come in,” Razor said. “Some of our Wichita guys are coming up. That’s the last component we’re waiting for before we ride. They should be here in the next twenty minutes. While Reese searches for Ainsley, Roman Mac can take care of Boom Boom. If Roman gets fucked up—” He shrugged.

More than likely, he would. The Bloody Scorpions wouldn’t go down without a fight. Whoever killed their leader might meet a brutal end if they weren’t careful.

A silent battle raged within me. I wanted to find Ainsley myselfandtake out that motherfucker.

“Now, I have another question, Roman,” Bash said.

“You’re just full of them,” Roman sneered.

“That I am. Did you fuck London?” he demanded without missing a beat.

Who the fuck was London and why the fuck was that important?

“No.”

Roman’s one word came out in a hard tone that should’ve been hard to dispute.

“I think you did,” Bash said, proving me wrong. “For the record, I don’t give a fuck. If my son wasn’t so into her, I would’ve taken her pussy, too.”

The distaste on Easton’s face registered and I got the feeling Bash meant he’d take it, even if she wasn’t willing to give it. Roman’s anger backed up my theory.

“But she’s Tio’s cunt, which means her pussy’s off-limits to anyone but him. Am I fucking clear, Roman?”

“I didn’t sleep with her,” Roman growled, glaring at the phone. If possible, he looked a little more unhinged. “We’re friends, Bash. I don’t knowingly fuck another man’s woman.” He scowled between Louisiana and me. “And I especially don’t force myself on a woman, fuckhead.”

My eyes widened. It didn’t matter if I didn’t care for Bash. He was a fucking president, and Roman was not only disrespecting him but calling him out in front of strangers.

“You know, Roman, you’re showing yourself to be amazingly ungrateful,” Bash said with a long-suffering sigh.

“So sorry,” Roman said with sarcasm. “Every time I think I like you, I remember what a misogynist you are.”

“You’re a stupid motherfucker if you like me at any time,” Bash said flatly. “Did you think I was blowing smoke up your ass when I said I fucking hate women?”

My skin prickled.

“You do know your sister is a woman?”

Ice cubes clanked against a glass. “What a brilliant fuckhead you are to let me know a bitch with a pussy who shot out of my father’s nuts like me is my sister. Thanks. I’ll make sure to tell Celia this stunning development the next time I see her.”

Roman growled. Fuck, I didn’t blame him. I wanted to bang my head against a fucking wall. This conversation wasted precious time. Every second counted as long as Ainsley was missing.

“Now, back to sweet London,” Bash said.

Distaste swept over Roman’s face.“She’s my physical therapist, Bash. I was hoping she’d continue working with me.”

Bash laughed. “Since when, fuckhead? Just a few minutes ago, you were on a suicide mission.”

Roman glowered at the phone.

“You do know she’s here with me, right?” Bash goaded. “At my mercy. Meaning, if I thinkyou’relying about fucking her, I’ll take out my anger onher.”

“Yeah, because she’s a weak, defenseless woman,” Roman snapped. “That makes you a coward. I doubt you could kill a man.”

“Ahhh, this drink’s delicious,” Bash said, smacking his lips together. “Believe what you will, Roman. I don’t like broads. It doesn’t mean I won’t shoot the fuck out of a motherfucker. Or cut his fucking head off. Didn’t you like the skulls on the terrarium? From two fuckheads who double-crossed me.”

This motherfucker continued shocking me. My eyes widened again and Roman gaped at the phone, then lifted his gaze to Easton, who gave a curt nod. If I had been in Razor’s position, I wouldn’t have ordered Easton to disconnect either. It was a fascinating glimpse into a man we’d long considered an enemy and a motherfucker who could be a worst motherfucker than Boom Boom ever hoped to be—all things considered.

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